Novel & Cerita Someone Trying To Kill Me In Dream

How am I meant to trust him when he won’t tell me anything? “In my dreams, you umm…” I struggle with the words. “You-” “I kill you,” Felix says, his eyes suddenly lingering on my left breast, over my scar, now hidden beneath the lacy white fabric of my camisole. “Over and over. That’s how my dreams end too. Sometimes I’m a prince from this country where it’s always night… sometimes I’m a painter and you’re my muse… sometimes I’m a soldier escaping the trenches, and my comrades and I come across a farmstead… and every single time, there you are, the girl with the silvery blonde hair and those same pale green eyes. And every single time, I kill them, and then I kill you. I stab you. Right… her

And if I even dared to tell him that I had seen him attempt to strangle me to death in my dream, he'd feel ten times guilty for being a nightmare to me, even in my dreams. “You don't have to convince yourself that you can just lie to my face like I'm a kid. I know you know something, and you're keeping it from me.” “I had a dream two nights ago,” I started. “In that dream, you were strangling me.” Guilt stained his face, and he kept looking at every side, trying to hide his shame. “I didn't kill you, did I?” “You almost did,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “So close to having my neck ripped off my head. Thanks to the gods who woke me up.”

He succumbed to me with a smile, raising his eyebrow significantly. “Okay, I broke down, I fucked up, I fucked up myself, more I’m bothered by these dreams if they’re at all.” “Someone wants to kill me, I don’t know why, in a couple of days “it’s not easy to digest, you know”, I was breathing hard. He drew me closer to him.

My lips quiver as the tears burst from their dam and I break down, dropping onto the bed. “Where you kill me. Every single time. All I see is my death by your hands. Feel the pain as you stab me repeatedly, even as I beg for you to stop.” I whisper, covering my face with my hands. “I don’t know what it is, or why I have had those dreams since I was a child… But I know… I know you will be the one to kill me.”

The word echoed in my skull. “What does that mean?” She fled instead of answering. I sank onto the edge of the narrow bed, scrubbing at my hands until my skin burned. No matter how hard I washed, I could still feel the blood. I killed someone. Not by accident. By instinct. That night, the dream came. I stood beneath a silver sky, moon so close it felt like I could touch it. Light poured into me, heavy and warm. A woman emerged from the glow, her eyes ancient and kind.

I'm sorry , please don't hit me I will be a good girl I promise But he didn't stop he kicked me into my stomach and twisted my hand I was begging them to stop but they didn't I wanted them to stop but they didn't He slowly put his hand in my hair and then banged my head repeatedly My head was bleeding but they still didn't stop I ran into my room to save my life But they barged in I was scared like hell I pleaded in front of them but then they took a knife and came towards me to stab it but I pushed them and ran out of the house They chased me I kept running and running but they didn't stop and there was a main road I cross the road and they came behind me and was hit by a truck and they die

His voice was less intense and it didn't seem like he was going to kill me anytime soon. I looked away, hating to talk about sensitive issues like this. “I always have a dream where I burnt someone to death and then the person later comes to hunt me.” He raised his brows. “Who is the person?” he asked, moving closer. I hated it, his big posture was intimidating especially with his thick voice.

He’s remembering the forest. Not the cliff. Not the fall. Just the night before—the one where I saw him kill a man apart as if paper. The one where I ran until my lungs burned. It’s the first time I’ve seen him. As a murderer. I swallow, trying to sound steady. “Maybe it’s a dream. You’ve been under stress. That kind of—”

*** Not sure if it was a dream or reality, but I jolted awake with a silent scream, drenched in sweat, and panting like a dog in heat. "Did I just kill someone?" I questioned, still unable to grasp the meaning of the dream. I scanned my surroundings; the room was empty, and there was no blood on the ground. "That must have been a dream," I muttered again, though a gruesome one.

Chapter 11 Forty years ago Lyka pov (human Zoe) " he's going to kill me ", I'm just awakened from my killer dreams. I started to feel the pain in my chest after waking up from these awful yet sensual dreams I'm having these past few days. I opened my eyes and took a very deep breath to regain my energy. This dream was killing me but I have to keep it for myself. I don't want to give my husband a headache because of me.